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I love days like today...


Why go on vacation somewhere else, when you could fucking live here!?

I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep.

I had a long talk with myself last night. She likes the idea of me with another girl, and she likes the idea that I now have a video camera so I can record it and we can watch togetherSo I think this means that I might be able to work things out with myself, after all!! All is not lost, and I am happy...

I went through my cell phone today because I had over one hundred and twenty phone numbers and some of the names in there I dont even recognize! Most are from back east and a few are from people that I dont talk to or havent called in a while. Im down to thirty five now and I swear my phone feels lighteror maybe its just emptier.
The story of my life. How sad.

I decided that buying cat food, cat litter and cigarettes are more important that food. Yesterday I went to the store, and the only food I bought for me was a ninety-nine cent loaf of wheat bread and a two ninety-nine brick of Tillamook sharp cheddar. I can live off that until I get paid on the first, I just might lose some weight that I dont need anyway. I wont miss it and hopefully I wont gain it back. I must be having a fat day today. Anyone know how that feels?

I don't mind leaving my house as long as I don't have to look at a lot of unattractive Americans in the process. Visors, logo hats, fat thighs, beer bellies, bad haircuts, halter tops, cheap sneakers, camcorders, and unattractive children wearing blank expressions. God, these people are ugly. So for now, I'm going crazy. I just want to shake my head and jump around and yell the good four letter words. I just wanna break shit and burn stuff and scribble on paper. I feel like I should punch holes in walls and throw heavy crap and shatter glass. I want loud music and tough crowds. I need slapping and pushing, a shoving riot. Throw elbows and head-butts and kick someone's ass. I like myself shaken, not stirred, in a cup, that's not full and not empty and not half and half. In a world that preaches dull conformity, I wont be held back. Ill stand out and scream and flip-off the world with both hands and both feet (if I could). I scare little kids and stare down their parents as I smoke, drink and fuck in the middle of Toys-R-Us. I love metal and ink especially through and on me, and if you dont like me now though shit, but just wait, Im not finished yet. I wear eye make-up to cover the circles that I get from not sleeping. I feel a sick dread, and its the fault of my president, the church and the state, both fuck up our lives and fill me with hate. Id burn down the White House and the fucking church next door, if I only knew the address. I wanna bring Hitler back to life just to kill him again and get Clinton back in office to get him more head. I want to smoke a joint on the statehouse lawn and do a rail on the Govenators desk. And then Id go home and take a fucking nap.
But America is out there and not that Im scared, but Id rather stay here and dye my hair.

Im listening to The Briefs song; Killed by Ants. This whole album is so fucking funny. If you have the means, I highly suggest picking it up, it is so choice...


Oh yeah...my newest ink...